The creature's triangular head was like the fierce and mighty tip of a spear, and every split of a second, it was inching closer and closer to Roy's neck, whose eyes were widening.
The illusion of standing before Death's gate was presented to Roy.
A single second…
A single step…
A single move…
would determine his life & death.
Brushing off the fear of death, he moved, the sword in his hand raising in a way so impeccable that the Sneak Attacker failed to grasp when it had appeared before his neck to act as an impenetrable fortress.
Clang!
The ear-wrenching sound of metal clashing with metal rang out, and sparks flew as the Boneworm's triangular head smashed the surface of Roy's sword.
Death's hands were swatted away. It was forced to come to a stop.
Roy had survived the Boneworm's assassination. But at what cost?
He felt as if a hammer had smashed his sword-wielding hand and messed up his blood circulation.
He was stunned, temporarily immobilized.
